My first "Trey Day"!!

11am: we try to go to the car rental place.- im NOT about to give yall $200+ to rent a car for 24 hrs... this aint even a Nissan!! sike. lol

11:30am: me and the roommie decide to drive her car since mine is still outta commission. *sigh* her car cant rev. it dont even go up to 60mph on the highway unless you goin downhill and its an 06 model.

12pm: we pick up the bday girl, fill up the tank and start our journey.

in the car, we listen to Usher's "Here I Stand" and Drake's rereleased retail "So Far Gone". in an attempt NOT to let Kesha (the bday girl) in on our surprise, me and Chu (my roommie) decide not to play "Ready" in the car. Buuuuut... when you driving thru states, radio stations dont dont keep up with you. soooooo. we had no choice.

Chu starts getting excited and has a #lame moment.

"Lets play a game! lets see if Kesha can guess where we goin!!" She commences by makin a Hangman board. Kesha and I go back and forth guessing letters to try and figure this out. Day 26's "Imma Put It On Her" was the answer. I laughed and continue driving... "wow chu. she'll never guess if you giving random clues like THAT!" (Kesha really had no idea we were goin to Chicago or to see Trey Songz, et al. she didnt even know there was a BET Live! concert. and if she did, she didnt know who was performing... so a Day 26 clue wasnt gonna help. lol)

"we're in Indiana now guys!! whoo!" i have to admit, i was type geeked out by this point... Trey was gettin closer and closer by the mile. "CHU!! TAKE A PICTURE! TAKE A PICTURE!" i instructed her to take a pic of the "Welcome to Indiana" sign... but she missed it... up-set. lol "how you gon be my wing woman, ridin shotgun and all and NOT know when to take a picture!? You fired til we see signs of where we goin." lol

After a quick pit stop @ a McDonald's we was back on the road. Trey was still bumpin in the CD player so I decided it was time to make a music video...WHILE i was drivin. lol smh. Chu and I were so into it, but Kesha was just frustrated that she didnt know what was going on (she hates surprises.)

Chu decided it was time for another clue. she made one of those fortune teller thingys ppl used to make back in like 3rd, 4th, 5th grade. the one you gotta fold back and forth with your fingers while you count or spell out words. (click HERE if you STILL dont know what I'm talkin about). inside, where the "colors" went, Chu put "BLUE(S) is the color".

"pick a color, Kesha! pick a COLOR. The COLOR thats on the paper." speaking of the word "BLUE(S)"{referring to the House of BLUES}... the fortune was "you will be greatly surprised..." (nice touch Chu.)

We drive and we drive. Past some corn, some windmills, more corn, abortion billboards, more corn, some cows, and more corn. Chicago signs finally!

blah blah blah lol

We reach into the city and Chu texted her and Kesha's friend who attend Chicago State University. we go see him. (he's kinda cute too) they chatter chatter chit chit. then we realize time is money cuz i definitely paid over $200 to come here we gon utilize ALL that money, so we left CSU.

"Where we gonna change at?" Chu asked...

"Ummmm... iThought you asked your friend if we could use his place?"

NOPE.

We end up in a Wendy's bathroom. lol oh well. we looked hot walkin out that Wendy's tho! lol

4:50pm(Chicago time): I make Chu call the House of Blues restaurant to tell them we're gonna be late for our reservation... they give us til 5:15...

5:18pm: We drive up to HOB and see the line WRAPPED around the corner and down the street... all three of us, on cue- "DAG!" Chu tells me to get out the car so i can get our table. at this point, while im still driving, im trying to switch out of my Nike Greco's into my heels but Chu puts the car in park in the middle of the street. Oh well, im from Jersey, Chicago can get over the fact i blocked a lane.lol I grab my purse and run out the car.

SO. im walkin up to HOB, and these girls like "uh-huh. look at her. where she goin?" i smile cuz i know in downright flyy (yes. flyy.) in my purple sweater dress and heels walkin to THEE FRONT of the line while they outside waitin in line for hours... BONG!

#EPICFAIL moment 1 of the night: As im walkin to the restaurant door, these two girls in cute lil black dresses walk past me holdin Trey posters... The three of us walk to the door and this big guy is like "yall gotta lose them posters... and i thought it was just 2 of yall." unaware as to what was goin on, i claim (like a do-do head) "im by myself..." and he whisks the girls away... UPSTAIRS. into the Music Hall. SO. MAD. I walk to the hostess, give her my name and she directs me to my table.

While im waitin for Chu and Kesha to finish giving the car to the valet, i sit and take in the atmosphere. pretty cool low key type of place, with art all around. they FINALLY meet up with me. We chatta chatta chit chit, order a round of drinks and our food, then we decide its time to go upstairs. I tip our server, Ryan, and we say thanks and bye.

NOW THE SERIOUSNESS BEGINS.

#EPICFAIL moment 2 of the night: As we are walkin out the restaurant, I notice @MRSNIYANA and crew walkin in... i tap Chu and tell her "thats her." lol i talked to Chu about her whenever she replied to my tweets while we were in Chicago. We continue walkin out and DAY26 et al, continue walkin in. (the next day, i tweet Niyana and tell her i saw her. she asked me why i didnt say anything, i said cuz i woulda felt like a lame. what was i going to say, "hey i know you from twitter"?? thats type stalkerish to me.- we continue tweeting back and forth then I realize why me not saying anything to her made it an #epicfail moment)

*Anyways* We give security our tix so we can be escorted to our reserved sets in the music hall...

BLAH BLAH BLAH... LOL

Sean Garret, Day 26, Mario, Jeremih, and then...

A BONG BONG BILLLLLAAAAAAYYY!

TREY! omg. he really is gorgeous!

He performs his set and it is AMAZING! I could tell that he is REALLY PASSIONATE about what he is doing. He's not in it just to be in it. He's doing what hes doing because he LOVES it. I have a new respect for him because of it. Trust me, its more than #groupielove.

I notice Najja and Samiyyah during the show and the two of them are some serious performers!! Samiyah was GETTIN it!!! lol i loved her energy. Naj was great during his solo... omg. i fell in love! oh. yeah. and i noticed or at least, THINK i noticed Matty... lol

*ok back to TREY* he was goin in! omg. I was goin HAM singin along to EVERY song standing on my barstool BLOCKIN EVERYONE behind me. I know that one chick was mad! lol but when "Scratchin Me Up" played and i was rockin with it, chick was like "What the heck is this? what song is this?" LEMME TELL YOU, I almost turned myself around and gave her what she deserved for that. but i let it go and continued loving my time with my Trey Bae.

I coulda sworn at some point in the show, Trey locked eyes with me and gave me a once over. (maybe it was cuz i was the "tallest" one on that side... idk (i was standing on the rungs of the barstool afterall). but it felt amazing to even THINK that TREY SONGZ is lookin your way!

i get real cordial with the chick that was standing in front of me and we was "YUUUP-ing" and singing along, makin jokes the whole time... it was crazy fun. at one point i totally blocked Kesha and Chu out and was so into the show... lol

blah blah blah.

the show ends and we decide to go back into the restaurant and order some more drinks. I get UP.SET. that none of us won the meet-and-greet with Mario but oh well. i wanted to go to the after party but, i was the only one. so we got our stuff and left out. The valet circle was PACKED so it took dumb long for us to pay for it. We were in there soooo LONG, it was pretty empty by the time we paid.

#EPICFAIL moment 3 of the night: We're waiting for Chu to pay for the ticket and as we are walkin towards the revolving door this large man tries to push his way thru us. i start catchin an atittude and decide to let him pass."Excuse me ladies." He says but doesnt move when i make way for him. so naturally, i continue walking towards kesha. Large man says "please get out the way" and we almost collide. Here i am thinkin "Who THEE fuck is he???" and he lets me pass to where Kesha is.

Kesha starts calling my name and bumping my arm while im standing RIGHT next to her... "drea. drea. DREA!" I answer her, "whaaat??" she points.

THERE. IS. THE. BACK. OF. TREY'S. HEAD. (some big men and Day26).... omfg! lol

kesha says, "thats him." I look closer at this FIONE man and i say "trey?" as he is walkin thru the revolving glass door with the crew, he looks back at me and my friends and smiles... *melty moment* THEN THESE BISSHES start chasing Trey, et al and the entire crew runs for the hotel. UP-SET.

*Anyways* me, chu, and kesha walk outside and wait in front of HOB where they will bring our car. Im just standing there taking in the warm air that was seriously lacking in Cincinnati, and im peering into the glass doors of THEE hotel. Imma spot SOMEBODY tonight. lol As we waited there for like 1-1/2 hours, I see thru the hotel doors, A lil boy being passed from a woman to a man. I assume its KV, Niyana and Willie's son when Niyana walked out the hotel in her club attire. Next, is Day26 and bodyguard crew. They walk a few paces to the Chase bank next to the hotel. this is when they get BOMBARDED by some wack aspiring rappers trying to sell newspapers and party promos. I think I hear Niyana say something I would say if someone was buggin me on the street. lol it was funny cuz the guys walked back to where we were and shouted towards them "thats why yall wack anyways!" and mumbled "if it wasnt for Diddy, where would they be now? wack asses." I couldnt help but laugh.

I asked the tallest one in the group, "who yall talkin bout?" He replied, "Day26. They wack for real." and walked off. While we still standing outside waiting for the car, i see HIM thru the hotel's glass doors. I dont say anything to my friends but take in the sight of him. I think to myself, "Trey is shorter than i expected... better for me i guess!" while he is mos def shorter than i expected him to be, of course he's taller than me. it seems perfect! (i'll leave out all phallic thoughts i had at this exact moment. ;-P)

We FINALLY get the car, and i turn and see one of the promo guys tryna holla at Kesha- he had put his coat around her and everything! i introduce myself to him and tell him we have to go. I get in the passenger seat and put READY back in the cd player. "This right here's a panty dropppppahh..." Blasts from the car as we navigate our way thru the streets of Chicago.

#EPICFAIL moment 4 of the night: My GPS decided to not find any satellites when we got in the car so we were drivin around downtown Chicago for an additional 15 mins. When we do FINALLY get a signal, it says we will be driving for 5 hours before we make it back to Cincinnati. Mind you, its about 12ish at this point and because Cinci is an hour ahead of Chi-town, we technically wouldnt get home til 6am. FML!

So. we drivin, we drivin, we drivin, Chu says shes tired and decides to pull into a CLOSED gas station in the middle of NO WHERE to sleep. I tell her i'll drive the rest of the way. I wasnt tryna get killed out there in the bush! So we switch sides and i continue with the drive home. READY is on repeat but i dont mind. I'd rather listen to LOL:-) the whole way home than static from the radio.

blah blah blah

#EPICFAIL moment 5 of the night: We get 30 miles outside of cincinnati, its now 5:30ish, and guess what????????..................................................THE CAR RUNS OUT OF FUCKIN GAS! ARE YOU KIDDIN ME?!?!?!?

I pull over to the shoulder, and chu calls the insurance company. None of us in the car notice any landmarks we could tell the lady on the phone so they could pinpoint our location. all we knew was that we were still in Indiana 30 miles outta Cinci on highway I-71. thats all we could tell her. so when the insurance lady gets frustrated cuz we didnt know where we were, kesha and i decide to walk to the mile marker AAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL the way up the road in the COLD, in skirts, at 530 in the morning. We walked, walked, walked, reached the mile marker and call chu to tell her.

#EPICFAIL moment 6 of the night: When kesha calls chu from up the road to tell her the mile marker, chu says, "the lady knows where we are, shes sending a truck out to bring us gas." FOR REAL THO??!??!?!? her ass made us get out this car to walk alongside the highway with monster trucks tryna hit us, and wild animals tryna eat us in the dark just to say she know where we at???? FML!

Truck dude comes with the gas and fills the tank, as soon as he's done, i speed off. my ass is fuckin tired from drivin all day and sittin idle for a damn hour! by the time I make it into the house, its FUCKIN 7:30 IN THE MORNING!!

Trey ass better realize he got some hardcore ride or die fans in Cincinnati, and have a show here, cuz we aint do all that hard work, spend all that money, and go thru all that drama for nothing! but thats it.
NEVER AGAIN.

I've been soooo MIA. Random thoughts...

Lately i havent been writng... (smh). i have no idea why! its like i have an ongoing case of writer's block or some ish. I need a muse ssoooo bad. but I'll try and work it out. My "Trey Day" entry is DUMB long! (thats why it hasnt been posted yet... im STILL workin on it) and thats cuz me and my friends had so many experiences on our way to, in, and back from Chi-town. It will be up soon tho... PROMISE.

My TTU sisters...they are freakin HILARIOUS! Twitter would NOT be the same without them and the Songbook mens... *sigh*

OMG! YALL! I have a crush!! like im really crushing on somebody right now. look at it like this... he's like the high school quarterback who everyone adores and he's showing interest in the Band girl! its sooo overwhelming. its weird feeling like this. i DO NOT crush on people! so this is too random right now. Let's see how far this goes.

OH! I Ustreamed the other day!!! it was so much fun talkin to my viewers... i didnt really have a purpose but to just play around with it and see what all the Hoopla is about, but i like it. now if only i had something to talk about... Check me out>> www.ustream.tv/da_bored_coed

i think thats about it... stay posted! >smoochez<

Just Cuz we bout it like that.

I wanna say HHHEEEEEEYYYYY!! to my followers! thank you guys! read.comment.follow.tell a friend. repeat! lol I checked out all yall's blogs and I am officially intigued by all of them.

but yeah, Im already gettin hyped for this @songzyuuup concert in Chicago!! whoo!

Me and my roommie, Chu, are suprising our friend, Kesha, for her 22nd b-day by driving 4 1/2 hours to Chi to see an old friend of theirs, eat some food at House of Blues, and watch the BET Live concert with her boo, Trey. OMG! it's been soooooo hard trying to hide this from Kesha for sooooo long. but reservations have been made, tickets have been bought, car has been rented, people have been contacted, and of course- plans have been made. I just hope she's not in a shitty mood at ANY point tomorrow or else im definitely gonna tell her off! Love her to death, but im not playin that. lol

So, if you gonna be in Chicago tomorrow for this concert and are a faithful student of TTU, just hit me up on Twitter and maybe we can link up... Speakin of Twitter, I WILL be twittering, twitpic-ing, and twitvid-ing ALL day- until we make it back to Cincinnati-after the after party (if there is one) anyway. lol

>smoochez< to all, and to all a good night!

This city irks me sometimes...

(This city irks me sometimes...)Quick rant... In this city, why if the bus is early for a stop, they pause til its the time the schedule says it will be there? We dont play that in jersey. If the bus is early, then its just early. Smh... I hate the bus pausing.

Go Hard

Boredom calls once again... lol so heres a piece that popped into my head as a discussion was goin on between my roommie and i about "go hards". lol
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For my man I go hard

But trust, I aint no go hard

I say ooh and go hard

and yeah I make him go hard

tell him keep goin so he go hard

But when things go hard

We still go hard

for each other.

A Rant within a Rave or however you look at it.

My entire life, I've always been the little girl who wanted to be a *STAR-ah*. I went to The Whitney E. Houston Academy of Creative and Performing Arts (look it up! lol East Orange, New Jersey- formerly known as Franklin School), on and off from kindergarten to 8th grade. I was ALWAYS in Drama Club and the Imani Choir... BOTH with Ms. Williams. I absolutely LOVED IT. in my middle school years, Dance attracted me more than Choir, so when it was time to audition, I auditioned in dance and Drama.

High Shool years didn't allow for that formal training i recieved at Houston Academy because my grandparents were so addament about me not traveling across town to the "ghetto" part of East Orange (ALL of EO is "hood", so... it really didnt matter) to attend the Cicely Tyson School of Creative and Perfoming Arts (formerly, VLD). Oh well. I ended up at East Orange Campus High School and I wouldnt trade that any day to go to VLD. In my attempts to continue acting and dancing, I joined the Marching Band, Cheerleading Squad, and Indoor Winter Guard. OH.EMM.GEEE. *sidebar* I believe I had thee most PERFECT high school experience ever!

*anyways* I was ALWAYS in front of a crowd. If i wasnt, i was practicing to be in front of a crowd. At LEAST once a week i was doin my thang for people to see. on stage in front of an audience was where i needed to be for the rest of my life. I was natural at performing AND entertaining. (yes. there is a difference. a BIG difference). I took all that Energy.Passion.Motivation. i had, bottled it up and let it spew all over my college applications. I applied to one of the best Conservatory schools in the NATION (University of Cincinnati) and I got in!! whoop whoop!! lol i went, i loved it but my interest got detered some how, some way.

Here I am in this new school that isnt Cincinnati, and I want to be.....guess...

A DOCTOR!!

WTF?!?!

YES. i want to be a doctor. an Obtetrician/ Gynecologist to be specific. now, i know you prolly askin "medicine?? where the fuck did that come from??" cuz im askin myself the same exact thing. since i was in Houston Academy, I have been watching the Discovery HEALTH Channel. I've always been into the show "Birth Day", and now more recently, "Deliver Me". I've never been a "science/ math person". I was always into language arts, the Arts, and gym. lol While i have never been interested by science and saw it as a chore, I had/ have a knack for for it. Biology is really easy for me. more so than it was for my "higher GPA" peers. Chemistry...not so much. But, I understand its concepts. putting it into work is another story.

But yeah. This summer, my BFFOAT (Best friend forever of all time), was studying for the MCAT (she's pre-Med) and I decided to look over her notes she left in my car one day... BOY! I'LL TELL YA! that physics shit is gonna hurt the mess outta my ego. lol but i honestly feel like i can do this. like FOR REAL! and I want to do it...

But here's the kicker...

I also want to persue a career in the Entertainment industry- of course. doing what?? IDK. but i reeeaaaaallllyyyy want to. I am thinkin of changin my minor from Communication Studies to Marketing (or double minor... can i actually do THAT??) so I can get into Advertising and Promotions. <

Heres my thing... how can a person be so passionate about one thing, be intrigued by another, and want to do something TOTALLY out of their element?? Im confusin myself here! some may see that as being well rounded or whatever, and thats all good but omg. i just know i need to make a decision soon, cuz if not, Im screwed. lol

>Smoochez<

You Aint My Guh...

I was oh so very bored on the bus with a bad case of writer's block... Here's what came out. BLAH. i feel.
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"oOo! he could get it!" i told her in my sarcastic 'tryna-sound-hood-but-i-really-like-live-in-suburbia' voice while we were sittin on the bus ridin home from school.

this guy was some type of brown skin, long curly hair pulled tight into a puffy ponytail covered with a black NY Yankees fitted, straight teeth with a NY swagga. rockin a fitted tee loose jeans with a wallet chain and some fresh Nike Dunks. i couldnt take my eyes off him as he made his way to the back of the bus. My friend, Tiffany, got excited when he sat in front of us.

"Aye, whats your name?" she asked brown skin with no hesitation. i couldnt help but be embarrassed for her as i sat there, head hung low eying the hem of my school uniform skirt. "...and this my girl, Taye." Tiff introduced me to him.

"Whats good?" Brown Skin sent a head nod my way. As he licked his soft pouty lips, I looked up and realized we were near my stop.

"Nothin, for real. Whats good with you...uh...?" I paused for him to interject with his name.

"...DeShon."

"DeShon," I repeated. I stood up as the bus came to a sudden stop. "yo, lemme get your number so I could call you some time."

"My B, shortie. i got a girl."

Feelin a sudden blow inside my chest, Tiff tried to play it off for me. "Oh. thas iight. But if you and your girl decide yall aint for each other, you need to get at Taye. Like, for real yo."

I started towards the front of the bus as she gave my number to Mr. Brown Skin DeShon. I shot a quick glance and smile towards him and stepped off the bus.

Priorities

So.

I crashed my car today. Im perfectly fine... a lil freaked, but I'm cool. I was just reflecting on the thoughts that were going thru my mind as everything was happening... here's my SparkNotes verision...

*car hydros into oncoming traffic* "OH MY EFFING GOSH!!! im bout to hit this car!!"
*i yank the wheel to go the opposite direction* "Are you serious? im spinning around?? dont this only happen in movies?? wait. theres a car coming. omg."
*still spinning (faster now) i try to gain control, buuuut, i screech and slide into the curb, head on* "Man! i knew i shoulda got some new tires when i was home! dang i wonder how much they'd cost..."
*screeching halt with my car half on half off the curb* "the traffic is coming towards me. i hope they see me and stop in time."
*i get out and look at the car* "wow. i hope i can get this fixed in time so i can go to Chicago and see Trey Songz in concert."
*still lookin at the car* man... i gotta call the insurance co. now, dont i??"
*police comes* "awww man... they gon think i was drunk, arent they?"
*talk with police, talk with insurance ppl, hang up on insurance ppl, talk with police, recieves ticket, tow truck comes, gets the car, and drives away* "DAMN IT!!! My Trey Songz "Ready" cd is in the Cd player!!! you have GOT to be kiddin me!!"
*i get picked up by my roommie and we discuss details of me leaving Trey in the car... so mad.*
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This really shows that when we think we are safe from serious harm, we keep our mind focused on other shit. I was SURE i wasnt gonna get hurt by this so i focused my attention on random stuff. I dont remember once Thanking GOD for saving my life! omg. that sucks. I am so grateful to still be able to walk and have the PRIVLEGE to think about going to the Trey Songz concert. Damn. Im all fucked up. I know for certain now that i have to get my priorities in check... like ASAP. ASAP.

Say Aah- The story

So, this story was written FOREVER AND A DAY ago... i just never had a title- til recently. thanks to @SongzYuuup (Trey Songz). ENJOY! >smoochez<

Sit back, Relax, and say aah.
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“Say ‘aah’,” he told me after I sat on the table.

‘Why is it that when you go to the doctor they tell to speak or make a sound with something being shoved in your mouth?’ I thought as he pushed the wooden stick further down my throat.

“So, Mariah, how long have you been feeling like this?” he asked as he slowly removed his weapon of torture from my mouth speaking of my unusual sluggish behavior.

“It’s been about a week, maybe.”

He proceeded by feeling along my neck for any signs of inflammation. This part of the office visit was something I was used to, but today something felt different. He continued feeling my neck. Then he asked me to stand.

I asked, while staring him straight in the eyes, “why do I need to stand?”

He just commanded me with his baritone voice and unfaltering dark brown eyes to, “please stand.”

Seeming exasperated, I rose to my feet and adjusted my black pencil skirt. Standing inches in front of me and a foot above me, he continued pressing his fingers along the nape of my neck. As I am staring deep into the fibers of his neck tie, I feel his hands moving from my neck to my shoulders. Gentle circular motions are being rubbed into my skin thru my satin shirt. I begin to relax my tense body by closing my eyes. The massage doesn’t stop.

“Mariah, when was the last time you’ve had sexual intercourse?”

Caught off guard by his question, I snap my eyes open and I stumble for words. “Sex? Ummm. It’s been over a year.” The massage ceases and he walks across the room. He takes his pen from his desk and begins to scribble notes into my file. I lean back onto the table as he rests the manila folder back onto his desk and makes his way toward me. He sends me a slight smile and returns back to his position in front of me.

“Can you please sit back on the table, Mariah?”

I manage to get myself onto the examination table without the step stool and look him in the eyes. “What can be the problem?” After he tells me that he doesn’t know for certain, he asks if it is ok for him to feel my legs. I tell him it is ok. He then asks if I can roll the hem of my skirt above my knees. I oblige.

Squatting in front of me, he starts probing my right ankle. But instead of the usual roughness doctors grind into their patients when examining, he was different. My tense body relaxes again. I begin to read the poster next to me on the wall about women and bone health.

‘Why cant things in the doctors’ office make sense to someone without a medical degree?” I wonder as I continue reading about T-scores and how they are calculated.

He moves onto my left leg. The massaging into my calf makes me relax even more. I close my eyes, prop myself on my hands that are now behind my body, and allow the soft jazz playing in the room to take me away. After a few moments, I feel warm hands massaging deep into my left thigh. I guess the sensation of being touched by another person felt new to my body because it caused a chill to go up my spine. I shiver but I refused to open my eyes.

“Are you all right?” he asked sounding concerned.

“Yes. I am just fine.”

“Good.”

He continued rubbing my thigh. This time, much slower than before. I take it all in. something must have triggered an electric wave in my body because as I was sitting there, I could feel wetness between my upper thighs. Unmoved by this foreign feeling, I just rock my head to the rhythm of the music coming thru the speakers. He moves his hands up to where the end of my skirt reaches- about mid thigh- and massages. I feel him remove one hand from my skin. The other is placed at my side. He rises above me and asks me to stand again. I open my eyes and slide my body from the table. He tells me to turn around. I turn and rest my hands on the table now in front of me.

He massages my back along my spine and I close my eyes for the third time. I allow my head to fall forward as I enjoy the free massage. As his hands move from my back to my waist I let out a soft sigh. The moisture from in between my legs is becoming more and more apparent to me. He grabs my waist with his large hands and asks me if it hurts. I respond with a breathy no.

He continues down my body. I feel a surge of heat flush thru me and I start rubbing my knees together. His hands leave my body for a brief moment and return to my ankle. He moves his hands up my right leg barely touching my skin. I stop rubbing my legs together and I bite my lower lip slightly. His hands move to my knee then to where my skirt now ends. I can feel his breath on my skin while He massages my thigh again. His left hand shifts and finds its way to my red thong. I gasp and open my eyes.

He quickly rises from his crouching position and places his right hand on my hip. He tells me to shhh, so I do. As he continues to fondle me through the wet lace, he unbuttons my shirt with his right hand coming from behind. He unbuttons the last button. Placing his mouth so close to my neck I know he can taste the African oil I rolled on my skin this morning, he asks me if I am feeling any better yet. I roll my head back onto his lab coat arch my back and bite my lip. He kisses my neck gently at the same time pushing two fingers into my wet and warm dark hole of passion. I let out a sound that I last heard a year ago. He tells me to turn around. He removes his hand from underneath my skirt.

‘What is going on?’ I wonder inside my head. ‘Is this really happening?’

He pulled me into him and I could feel his manhood rising as it rests on my lower abdomen. I now realize how tall this man really is. I look up at his face and he kisses me deeply. Having him this close forces me to recognize my long lost oral fixation. I softly bite his lip and whisper “I want you inside of me.”

“Get on the table.”

I tell him no and he looks at me confused. “You get on the table, Doctor.” That’s the first time I’ve addressed him in the 2 years I’ve been seeing him. He cooperates with me and sits down. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants and pull out his large pulsating penis. Saliva production in my mouth intensifies immediately as I stand there looking at how blessed he truly is. He looks at me and licks his lips slowly.

“Say ‘aah’.”

Welcome to my world

Hello. Welcome to the blog of da bored coed. As the name implies, i am indeed an undergraduate female who constantly needs stimulation {no pun intended} outside the classroom- boredom is danger in my mind. Just as the description up there states, i write. Usually the things i write are very "emotionally charged", thus the "parental advisory" warning before you enter the site. Other things are more commercial. rants and raves about random things i go thru and see around me. Just sit back relax and say aah...

-signed,
da bored coed.